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Stamped Out
I feel my life is like a
Candle
with a wick that is burning
Lower
each day my heart yearns with
Sadness
as the world within me laughs in my
Face
No one can comprehend
this silent pain I suffer alone,
shutting the tormenting world out
for solitude, to be sane. Still,
I hear voices, and see the faces
and think my mind is on the wane
as the candle gets ever smaller, and
the flame begins to dim.
The time has come to extinguish
this brightness left?
then my life will be...
Stamped Out!
B...
Copywriter 2006
UK
Lowestoft
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